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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-07-04 03:33 pm
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Danny/Kate - Take Me Home
Fandom: CSI:NY/Lost
Title: Take Me Home
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT/PG-13
Characters: Danny Messer/Kate Austen
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fic_variations Prompt: Four Seasons (#1)
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Kate passes through in New York, and a guy in a bar buys her a drink.
Author's Note: Idea prompted byvenetia_sassy, when she asked me for a meme how Kate and Danny would have met. This is tweaked slightly from the answer I had given her, but that's the idea where this pairing came from.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY or Lost. They're owned by CBS and NBC. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
Winter in New York City was not where Kate expected to find herself when she was first on the run, but then again she never expected to be on the run to begin with. It was colder than she liked, and she knew she was going to have to find somewhere to stay, but she didn’t think it would be too hard. She had some money and there were more than enough hotels in the area. All she had to do was actually find one.
But an hour, and four hotels that were far out of her price range later, she was beginning to think that she was going to be spending the night in her car, rather than in a place with an actual bed. And with the streets being the way they were, she wasn’t sure she was exactly comfortable with that. But she had no choice really. There was no one she could call, no one she could ask, and nowhere for her to go. She parked her car on the side street behind a bar, and headed inside. A little alcohol might keep her warm for a while, maybe not warmer than the feel of a heated hotel room, but enough to push from her mind that she was sleeping out in the cold. Alcohol was definitely something she had enough money for.
She sat at the bar and flirted with the bartender for a minute, long enough to get her single changed to a double, without the change in price. A few drinks later, and she started to feel the bloom of warmth in her stomach, and the lazy heaviness in her limbs. She started to chat more animatedly with the bartender, and when he placed a drink in front of her that she knew—at least she thought she knew—that she didn’t order, she gave him a frown.
“This isn’t mine,” she shook her head.
“Now it is,” he replied, “Guy over there bought it for you.”
She leaned over the bar, looking to who he was pointing to. He wasn’t a bad looking guy—blondish, glasses, pretty well built. She gave him a bright smile from across the bar, raising the glass with a mouthed thank you, before putting it to her lips. The man gave her a smile, before getting up from his end of the bar and heading down towards hers.
“Don’t think I’ve seen you in here before,” he said, sliding up on the stool. He had a nice thick accent that she couldn’t place, but didn’t care, not with the way it was turning on that slight tingle at the base of her spine. She gave him the same wide smile she had before, looked up with a shrug.
“Haven’t been in here before,” she sighed, “I’m kinda new in town.”
“Well then,” he replied with a smirk, “Guess you can consider it a ‘Welcome to Town’ drink.”
“You mean you didn’t buy it for me just because I’m pretty?” she mock-pouted, and the smirk stretched out to a grin as he extended his hand to her.
“I’m Danny.”
“Molly,” she replied, shaking his hand. A few drinks in, and she still had the presence of mind to tell him someone else’s name.
“So—what are you doin’ in a dive like this?” he asked, shifting so that he was facing her again. She wasn’t really focusing on his words, but so long as he kept talking in that accent, she had a feeling they were going to get along swimmingly.
“Looking to warm up,” she replied, “What about you?”
“Long day at work,” he sighed, “Was looking to unwind.”
“Unwind, huh?” she smirked, “Does the booze really do it for you, or do you look for other ways to—unwind?” Her eyebrow raised slightly, and he grinned back at her.
“Well that depends,” he replied, leaning over so that his voice was against her ear.
“Depends on what?” she asked, an innocent look on her face.
“How well you like that drink?”
***
Kate stayed with him for about another hour, their conversation loaded with innuendo that she didn’t know her drunk mind produce and light brushes that got more and more brazen the more alcohol they consumed. She liked this feeling. The feeling that to him, she was nothing more than a random girl in the bar that he was flirting with, not a fugitive or a criminal, she was playing the part with more gusto than she usually did. She had wandered off to the bathroom at one point, and he caught her on the way back as she was going in, pushing her against the wall and kissing her roughly. She didn’t fight back, only melted against him, drowning in the first real kiss she had had in ages. She let herself stay crushed between him and the wall, and every contact point her body made with his were like electric shocks through her body. She wanted this so badly, and he seemed more than willing to give it to her.
Maybe she wouldn’t need that hotel room after all.
“Where are you staying?” he murmured, pulling back from her slightly, but not far enough to keep her from nipping at his lips, trying to get him to kiss her again.
“Nowhere,” she sighed, “Couldn’t afford it.”
“Then I guess it’s my place.”
“Guess so,” she murmured as he finally gave in, crushing her into the wall again.
***
She would be gone before he woke up. In fact, she would probably taking a shower in some motel room far from the city—as far a she could get by train, anyway—before he even realized she was gone. No note, no nothing. Nothing but a hangover, and the vague memory of a pretty brunette he had had a few drinks with, and offered to take her home, out of the cold. He wouldn’t know that the reason she had left so soon, was because she woke up with the hangover from hell, and panicked when she spotted the gold shield sitting on his nightstand.
She wouldn’t know, however, about the wanted poster sitting on the bulletin board down at the precinct. Or that her car was impounded, and Danny was called out to process it, knowing it had connections to the fugitive by the name of Kate Austen, who happened to have the same brown hair, and the same green eyes, and the same face as the girl he had bought a drink for and decided to take home with him.
And while they both spent the morning they never had to see each other again, Kate couldn’t help but feel a bit empty that what she did for the people she loved caused her to lose the things that made her normal.
Title: Take Me Home
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT/PG-13
Characters: Danny Messer/Kate Austen
fic_variations Prompt: Four Seasons (#1)Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Kate passes through in New York, and a guy in a bar buys her a drink.
Author's Note: Idea prompted by
venetia_sassy, when she asked me for a meme how Kate and Danny would have met. This is tweaked slightly from the answer I had given her, but that's the idea where this pairing came from.Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY or Lost. They're owned by CBS and NBC. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
Winter in New York City was not where Kate expected to find herself when she was first on the run, but then again she never expected to be on the run to begin with. It was colder than she liked, and she knew she was going to have to find somewhere to stay, but she didn’t think it would be too hard. She had some money and there were more than enough hotels in the area. All she had to do was actually find one.
But an hour, and four hotels that were far out of her price range later, she was beginning to think that she was going to be spending the night in her car, rather than in a place with an actual bed. And with the streets being the way they were, she wasn’t sure she was exactly comfortable with that. But she had no choice really. There was no one she could call, no one she could ask, and nowhere for her to go. She parked her car on the side street behind a bar, and headed inside. A little alcohol might keep her warm for a while, maybe not warmer than the feel of a heated hotel room, but enough to push from her mind that she was sleeping out in the cold. Alcohol was definitely something she had enough money for.
She sat at the bar and flirted with the bartender for a minute, long enough to get her single changed to a double, without the change in price. A few drinks later, and she started to feel the bloom of warmth in her stomach, and the lazy heaviness in her limbs. She started to chat more animatedly with the bartender, and when he placed a drink in front of her that she knew—at least she thought she knew—that she didn’t order, she gave him a frown.
“This isn’t mine,” she shook her head.
“Now it is,” he replied, “Guy over there bought it for you.”
She leaned over the bar, looking to who he was pointing to. He wasn’t a bad looking guy—blondish, glasses, pretty well built. She gave him a bright smile from across the bar, raising the glass with a mouthed thank you, before putting it to her lips. The man gave her a smile, before getting up from his end of the bar and heading down towards hers.
“Don’t think I’ve seen you in here before,” he said, sliding up on the stool. He had a nice thick accent that she couldn’t place, but didn’t care, not with the way it was turning on that slight tingle at the base of her spine. She gave him the same wide smile she had before, looked up with a shrug.
“Haven’t been in here before,” she sighed, “I’m kinda new in town.”
“Well then,” he replied with a smirk, “Guess you can consider it a ‘Welcome to Town’ drink.”
“You mean you didn’t buy it for me just because I’m pretty?” she mock-pouted, and the smirk stretched out to a grin as he extended his hand to her.
“I’m Danny.”
“Molly,” she replied, shaking his hand. A few drinks in, and she still had the presence of mind to tell him someone else’s name.
“So—what are you doin’ in a dive like this?” he asked, shifting so that he was facing her again. She wasn’t really focusing on his words, but so long as he kept talking in that accent, she had a feeling they were going to get along swimmingly.
“Looking to warm up,” she replied, “What about you?”
“Long day at work,” he sighed, “Was looking to unwind.”
“Unwind, huh?” she smirked, “Does the booze really do it for you, or do you look for other ways to—unwind?” Her eyebrow raised slightly, and he grinned back at her.
“Well that depends,” he replied, leaning over so that his voice was against her ear.
“Depends on what?” she asked, an innocent look on her face.
“How well you like that drink?”
***
Kate stayed with him for about another hour, their conversation loaded with innuendo that she didn’t know her drunk mind produce and light brushes that got more and more brazen the more alcohol they consumed. She liked this feeling. The feeling that to him, she was nothing more than a random girl in the bar that he was flirting with, not a fugitive or a criminal, she was playing the part with more gusto than she usually did. She had wandered off to the bathroom at one point, and he caught her on the way back as she was going in, pushing her against the wall and kissing her roughly. She didn’t fight back, only melted against him, drowning in the first real kiss she had had in ages. She let herself stay crushed between him and the wall, and every contact point her body made with his were like electric shocks through her body. She wanted this so badly, and he seemed more than willing to give it to her.
Maybe she wouldn’t need that hotel room after all.
“Where are you staying?” he murmured, pulling back from her slightly, but not far enough to keep her from nipping at his lips, trying to get him to kiss her again.
“Nowhere,” she sighed, “Couldn’t afford it.”
“Then I guess it’s my place.”
“Guess so,” she murmured as he finally gave in, crushing her into the wall again.
***
She would be gone before he woke up. In fact, she would probably taking a shower in some motel room far from the city—as far a she could get by train, anyway—before he even realized she was gone. No note, no nothing. Nothing but a hangover, and the vague memory of a pretty brunette he had had a few drinks with, and offered to take her home, out of the cold. He wouldn’t know that the reason she had left so soon, was because she woke up with the hangover from hell, and panicked when she spotted the gold shield sitting on his nightstand.
She wouldn’t know, however, about the wanted poster sitting on the bulletin board down at the precinct. Or that her car was impounded, and Danny was called out to process it, knowing it had connections to the fugitive by the name of Kate Austen, who happened to have the same brown hair, and the same green eyes, and the same face as the girl he had bought a drink for and decided to take home with him.
And while they both spent the morning they never had to see each other again, Kate couldn’t help but feel a bit empty that what she did for the people she loved caused her to lose the things that made her normal.
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And that is Hilary. And don't worry about it. I never know what to say for the reviews.
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I found the scene about whose place to go very sexy too. ♥
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“You mean you didn’t buy it for me just because I’m pretty?”
Serious banter/snark potential with these two.
so long as he kept talking in that accent, she had a feeling they were going to get along swimmingly.
Oh yeah.
I really like the ending with their so-different morning afters.
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I'm glad you liked it.
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But I'm glad you liked this.